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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.