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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Television,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Suicide,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.