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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.