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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Franke,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Fear,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.