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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.