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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Smog,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.