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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Wire,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.