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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.