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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.