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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.