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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.