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 Egypt and from London.
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 Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.