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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.