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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Pagans,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.