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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.