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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Nas,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Fall,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.