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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.