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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.