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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.