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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Amazonics 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.