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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.