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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.