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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.