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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.