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 Philippines 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Magma,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.