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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Fear,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.