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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Symarip,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.