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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Nico,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Scion,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.