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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.