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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Pop Group to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.