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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.