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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.