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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.