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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.