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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the grime 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.