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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.