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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.