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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
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,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Organ,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.