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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
UT,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.