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 Czech Republic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.