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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.