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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.