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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.