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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.