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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.