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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.