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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.