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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Spokane and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.