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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.