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 China 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.