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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.