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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Gong,
MC5,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.