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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Monks,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
10cc,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.