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 France 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.