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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.