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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.