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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.