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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
ABC,
X-102,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.