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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.