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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.