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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.