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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Ludus,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.