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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
The Sound,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.