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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Hoover to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
The Names,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.