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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Music Machine to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.