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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.