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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Pylon,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.