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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.