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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.