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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Monks,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
UT,
the Association,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.