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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.