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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
June Days,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.