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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.