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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
AZ,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.