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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Gong,
Hashim,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.