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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.