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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.