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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Gong,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.