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 Namibia and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.