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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.