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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.