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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.