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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.