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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.