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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.