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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.