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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.