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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.