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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.