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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Fear,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.