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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.