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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.