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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.