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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.