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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.