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 United States and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.