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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.