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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.