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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.