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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.