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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.