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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Slave,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Fall,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Little Man,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.