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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.