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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.