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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Gong,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.