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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.