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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.