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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.