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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.