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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.