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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.