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 London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.