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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
AZ,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.