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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.