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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.