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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.