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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.