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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.