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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.