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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
The Monks,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.