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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.