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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.