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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
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.