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 Singapore 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.