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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Nas,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.