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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Television,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.