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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Main Source 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.