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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.