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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Brick,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.