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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Wire,
Brick,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.