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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.