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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.