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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.