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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.