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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.