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 Japan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Swans,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.