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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.