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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.