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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.