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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.