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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.