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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Gun Club to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.