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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.