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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Can,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.