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 the UAE and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.