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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.