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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 snare 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.