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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.