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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.