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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.