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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.