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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.