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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.