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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.