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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.