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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.