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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Television,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.