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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.