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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.