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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.