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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 MDC 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.