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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.