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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Ronan,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.