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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.