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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.