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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Faust,
Swans,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
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.