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 Greece 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Smoke to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.