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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
10cc,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.