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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Magma,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.