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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.