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 France and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.