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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.