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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.