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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.