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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.