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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.