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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Brick,
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.