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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.