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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Patti Smith 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.