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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.