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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.