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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Grass Roots to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.