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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.