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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Remains,
Magma,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.