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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.