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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.