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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Can,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.