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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.