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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.