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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions 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?
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Scientists,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.