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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.