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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.