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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.