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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.