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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.