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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.