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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.