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 Cape Verde 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Busters to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.