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 Portugal and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.