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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.