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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Scan 7 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.