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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.