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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Brick,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.