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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.