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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.