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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.