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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
the Swans,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.