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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.