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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.