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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.