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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Pole,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.