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 Chile and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
The Standells,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Whodini,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.