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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.