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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Index,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Chrome,
The Cure,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.