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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.