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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
The Slits,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.