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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Boredoms,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.