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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.