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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Franke,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.