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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.