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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.