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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Visage to the disco 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Q65,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.