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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.