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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Nas,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.