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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
The Remains,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.