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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Cowsills to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Josef K,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.