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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.