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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.