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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.