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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.