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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.