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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.