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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.