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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.