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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.