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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
AZ,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.