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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Technova to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.