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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.