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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.