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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Symarip,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.