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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.