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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.