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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.