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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.