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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.