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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.