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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Nico,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.