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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.