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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.