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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.