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 Argentina 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.