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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
ABC,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.