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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
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 Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Normal,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.