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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.