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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.