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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.