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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.