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 Laos 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.