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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.