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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.