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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.