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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.