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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
CMW,
The Motions,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
cv313,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.