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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.