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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.