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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.