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 Palau 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.