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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
DNA,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.