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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.