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 Barbados 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.