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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.