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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.