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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
MC5,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.