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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.