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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.