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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.