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 Liberia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.