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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.