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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.