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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.