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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.