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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Magazine,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.