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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.