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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.