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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.