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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.