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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Misunderstood to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.