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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.