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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Q65,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.