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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.