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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.