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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.