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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.