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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Cymande,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.