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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.