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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.