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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.