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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.