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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.