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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.