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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.