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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.