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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.