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 Niger and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.