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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.