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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.