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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 EPMD to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.