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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
John Cale,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
UT,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.