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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.