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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.