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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.