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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.