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 India and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.