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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.