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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.