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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Deadbeat 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.