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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.