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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Mars,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.