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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.