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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Josef K,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.