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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.