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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.