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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.