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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Little Man to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.