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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Can,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.