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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
The Names,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
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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.