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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.