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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.