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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.