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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
the Human League,
Faust,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.