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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.