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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.