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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.