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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.