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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Monks,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.