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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.