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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.