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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Monks,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.