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 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.