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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.