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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.