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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.