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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.