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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Can,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.