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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.