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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
the Association,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.