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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.