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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
UT,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.