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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.