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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
a-ha,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.