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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.