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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.