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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.