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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
UT,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.