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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.