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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.