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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.