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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.