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 Italy 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.