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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
The Martian,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.