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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
UT,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.