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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.