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 Korea South and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.