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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.