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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.