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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.