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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.