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 Belgium 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
CMW,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.