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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.