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 Marshall Islands 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.