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 Iceland 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.