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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.