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 Philippines and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.