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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Moody Blues to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.