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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Television,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.