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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Technova,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.