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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.