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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Brick,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.