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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.