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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.