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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.