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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.