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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.