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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.