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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Young Rascals to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.