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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
MDC,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.