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 Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.