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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Nas,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.