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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.