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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.