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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Visage,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.