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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Wake,
AZ,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.