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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Faust,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.