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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.