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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.