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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.