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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.