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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.