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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 organ 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
10cc,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.