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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Reagan Youth 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.