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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.