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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.