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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.