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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Lyres,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.