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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Slave,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.