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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Liliput,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.