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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.