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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Evens to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.