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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
The Move,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.