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 Botswana 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.