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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.