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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.