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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.