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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.