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 Burkina 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
UT,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.