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 China and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.