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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.