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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
CMW,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.