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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.