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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.