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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.