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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.