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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.