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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.