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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.