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 Philippines 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.