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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Ten City,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.