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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Can,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.