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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Barracudas 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.