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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.