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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.