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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.