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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.