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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.