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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.