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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wire to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.