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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.