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 Kenya and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.