Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.