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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Cure to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.