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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 snare 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 Smog to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.