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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.