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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.