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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.