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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.