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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.