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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.