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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.