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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.