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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Can,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.