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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.