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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.