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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
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.