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 Japan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.