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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.