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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Echospace,
The Index,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.