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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.