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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.