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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.