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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
MDC,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.