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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.