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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
UT,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.