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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.