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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.