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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.