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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.