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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.