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 Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.