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 New Zealand 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.