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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.