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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Faust,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.