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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.