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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
CMW,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.