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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.