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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.