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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.