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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.