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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.