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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.