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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.