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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.