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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.