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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris Corsano 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.