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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.