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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Nico,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.