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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.