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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.