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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.