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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.