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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.