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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.