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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.