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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.