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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.