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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.