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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Index,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.