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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.