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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Wire,
Model 500,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.