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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.