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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.