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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.