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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
New Order,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.