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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Lydon to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.