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 Malta 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.