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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Yaz,
MC5,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Ten City,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.