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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.