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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.