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 Guyana 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
MDC,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
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.