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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Crime,
10cc,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.