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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds 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?
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.