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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Pole,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.