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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
The Evens,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.